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| | For my SistersPage 3 of 32 (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32) | my sister's above ^^^ I thank you....
but another one spoke last night...listen?
This belongs to us…and in my home
Sister last night
Said to me
Don’t fret
You’ll be free soon
For the last slaves to be given freedom
Are called mothers
Vote for me
I’ll make you see
You’re no longer a slave
I acknowledge
They were not quite the words my sister quoted
But that was my understanding
~~~Mothers’ are the last of the slaves~~~
…no paid renomination I seek…
I accept I am more than the monetary value you hold
No longer will I accept to be a slave
Acknowledge me…in the name of motherhood | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/26/2006 7:13:10 AM | | Acknowledged, honoured and respected. Bet your kids are pretty cool. | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/26/2006 12:06:34 PM | once a wife, now a sister
clouded resentment cannot take away my understanding of motherhood
many rivers to cross
he's not mine anymore
never really was but I visited him
he died six weeks
her first
crib death
birthday coming
i have to let go of mine
a little more to help her
bridging the gaps in his loss
to her heart
a forever broken heart
losing a child
cannot be matched
a sister
a brother
a son
a daughter
songs
to sing when we have
many rivers to cross
traveling along finding
myself
sharing my son
to fill in the wholes
her vacuum
her spirit clouded
i let go and am more alone
she needs him more now
i am strong and will be okay | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/26/2006 12:08:50 PM | We soo need the strong hearts of the brothers, lovers, fathers...
Thanks intenze | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/26/2006 3:47:45 PM | The Feminine Voice of Wisdom
I was born to love mother
Premeditated for this calling…
But from moment to minute
I use to bemoan this falling.
Now I listen to the voice of virtuosity!
The voice of luminosity!
The preserving womanly voice that uproots hypocrisy!
Therewith removing the ill-embedded lines of symbology!
You have driven me to flight.
The strongest I’ve ever embraced was a feminine Seraph alleviating my plight.
Therewith placing holy coals to my lips
Thereby sealing this allotted eclipse.
We build an edifice in thy honor, our dear Alpha.
Eradicating the gender bias as we passage through this Omega…
Reminiscing from whence came-eth our first Pathos…
Our first true Love… Our ethos to believe in without suspicion!
Our mothers born… undeserving of that manly tendentious scorn! | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/29/2006 11:04:47 PM | Glad you like us Ellis.
Naive, and sure witty,
So glad to welcome
A brother here
On the Mothers thread.
Love your stuff. | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/30/2006 12:28:34 AM | Love this place neseemoo.....
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I recall such a warmth to me seem.....
When for life spring Mother's stream...
When Truth was held by cupped hands real...
When wind to life as all things feel...
I close my eyes to flowing grass.......
...While gentle breeze blows telling past......
...Recall those places sunset kiss.....
Purple guiding moonlight mist....
Orange and red by mountain death....
But still speaks loud...
Tomorrow's Breath...
I am this walk to meadow's green....
I am this moment fall I seem....
....To place forbidden joy not rushed....
...Where Hope is known....
And Valley Lush................................
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.T. | |
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| For my Sisters
Posted: 11/30/2006 6:10:25 AM | Love having you here Truth! Thanks for your words,
Recall those places sunset kiss... Like that one especially. | |
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| Motherload
Posted: 12/1/2006 12:32:28 AM | It is within the feminine to sit in receptivity,
Forever
Waiting.
Hold still that thought,
And infuse it with possibility
That never
Wavers.
Willing to take that risk.
Full responsibility
For every thought
Word
And deed.
It is also in the nature of the feminine to open space.
To explore.
And release new possibilities.
To be nurtured into reality or not,
Depending upon the care given.
It is in the nature of the feminine
To implore
The universe to remake itself,
In a balanced way.
She’ll help.
Carry half the way
With all her might.
(cool thorb, thanks) | |
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| Mom's Prince
Posted: 12/1/2006 8:32:34 AM | for my ex wife ... my sister now
Thinking of a prince today named
Joseph Paul…
He came to her today
Seventeen years ago
When she was but a babe
He only stayed six weeks…
..crib death they said
he’s still with her today
inside her, deep inside
always there to torment
always there to long for
for just five minutes more
just five more minutes Lord!
Fingers through his soft locks
Deep brown eyes, little socks
That cute picture I always saw
He is a sweet prince,
Always will be
Joey
Look to his star darling
It’s always there
Look with Nicholas
Tell him about his brother
The one I never met..
…see this time of year is hard! …but for some, it’s harder… | |
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| Mom's Prince
Posted: 12/3/2006 12:29:43 PM | Even Warriors Cry Poetry!
Brevity is marvelous.
Especially when the encounter is serene;
And I would never glean the crops bare.
I leave the excessive remnants behind for those in thirst.
In thirst of this life beyond reality! Envisioned beyond the false sense of sanity!
I see that ye tremble with anxiety though.
You believe that I would condemn you.
Condemn you for being in pain?
Condemn you for some man capitalizing,
Capitalizing off of your fear, your innocent pain?
O’ God, please!
Know me better than that.
You think I would leave your side
As I endure too
This agony
This melancholy
That will not vanquish from my side?
During the sore of thy travail!
Please!
Know me better than that.
Alas! I fear that this grief will never be gone.
Grief, ah! Forever be merciful!
But I’d wipe your tears
Only if you need it
Because Shedding tears doesn’t make us feeble.
Enfeeble not the Spirit!
For see, I shed the lakes often-time too
Heartfelt in prayer! Dying in cycles without avail!
Even Warriors Cry Poetry!
Maybe I came along in due time.
We’ve been torn apart, so freely I love you.
Love you without motive, without the lust!
I wish not to be the broken heart.
And I wish not to induce the broken heart.
Please believe, especially not yours.
Our Dear Sara, Mother of the virtuous Warriors! | |
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| The Visit
Posted: 12/3/2006 2:02:01 PM | Enraptured wonderment
So young and indeed so pure
As I looked at your smiling face so dazzling were the stars that shone in your eyes
The anticipation overwhelming
Then in an instant excitement turns to fear as you come face to face with he who you so long to see
Trepidation overtakes and you turn to me for comfort
You hide your face peeking out for just a fleeting moment
And then you smile, he smiles back and he extends a white gloved hand to you which you accept, placing your tiny hand in his
Then a shared secret, as you impart your heart’s desire
With a wink from him and a tiny giggle from you it is time to depart
And I realize with amazement
I have just again seen Father Christmas for the first time
through my daughter’s eyes | |
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| The Visit
Posted: 12/3/2006 5:07:44 PM | Aww Havebait, that was as sweet as a candy cane!
Naive, your words cause inner movement, a kind of a shifting around. Even warriors cry poetry. Yes they do, with their blood and lives sometimes even. For what other reason would a man, or woman, put their lives on the line for an ideal, or a belief?
Intenzity, thank you for your presents on this thread. (intentional sp) I think many Woman and Men live with their dead babies all their lives. It is a tough cross to bear. | |
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| The Visit
Posted: 12/10/2006 8:40:37 AM | This presence has driven me.
Present in my bosom!
Present in my psyche!
Present in my heart’s eye. | |
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| Butterfly story
Posted: 12/10/2006 5:01:06 PM | Thank you for your present-tations and donations of fine words here. To everyone. You are all wonderful souls who shed your light through words expressed and heard in the heart of the Mother. Thank you all for good experiences. Wishing you all the very best, of all things imaginable.
Wings in tattered despair
She flutters vainly towards the light
Lured by nectar’s sweet promises
Whispered in the depths of night. | |
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| Butterfly story
Posted: 12/23/2006 7:12:30 PM | Neseemoo,
You were here; and then gone. But your poetry left behind for us to peruse reminds me of the poetic you; a part of you that is always present with us poets.
You may peek in from time to time. Just know that we still think of you. Merry Christmas & a Happy New year! | |
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| so missing nes
Posted: 12/23/2006 7:19:34 PM | i have lately often wondered
and dared not ask
where did she go
why did she leave
my soul cries
for one so beautiful
in her self and her prose
i surely do miss reading her verse
and too want to wish her well
should she peek in
witty so clever of you
to keep this her thread of many
alive in her honor
i shall still remain hopeful
she may return if she feels
the desire to and grace us
so unselfishly of her very soul | |
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| so missing nes
Posted: 12/23/2006 10:42:16 PM | Merry Christmas Ness to you and the girls. It will be an exciting Christmas with all the plans for your daughters wedding in the coming year. Enjoy and send us a poem once in a while we miss you.
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| i am but grateful
Posted: 12/30/2006 1:42:58 PM | yes i am but grateful
and happy to see
for she has not left
our side as seemed
of late previously
even while soaring
and dancing in the winds
up so high in clearing
blue skies she returned
somewhat as another
of my favorites
the phoenix rebirthed
back stronger
fresh breath anew | |
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| i am but grateful
Posted: 1/7/2007 11:51:57 AM | Neseemoo, a beautiful thread here.
As always supporting the will of the mother,
giving voice to the movement and healing.
Bless you for your knowledge, your journey and
your heart.
You have touched my life more then youll ever know,
and for that i thank you.
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| ~Mother Earth~
Posted: 1/7/2007 12:01:39 PM | Older material.
~~~Earth Change’s~~~
“O mother”
I bow before you, as a daughter of the earth,
I feel your pain; witness the daily destruction
within your girth.
“O mother”
I fear of what the future before us may hold,
I pray, for the shedding of monetary existence,
returning to ways of old.
“O mother”
Hold me closely,
for I know what lay in store,
If we continue with this hateful destruction,
if we continue with this war.
“O mother”
Help me stop the death,
the hurt, the pain,
Can we ever learn to share this earth
Live in peace again?
“O mother”
When will we learn that death,
can never heal the problems that we face,
It can only lead to extinction
of plants, animals, the whole damn human race.
“O mother”
Man hath ruined man, and women alike,
As well as ruin Earth our home,
Now who will be left to stand?
Who will atone?
Who shall atone???
O Mother Earth I atone;
I now stand in your loving light,
Let’s end the hate, death and war,
Let us take the wrong, and for once and for all,
Let us all work together to make it right.
~Autumn
RainbowChaser Oct 27 2001. | |
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| ~Mother Earth~
Posted: 1/7/2007 12:16:11 PM | another older one.
~A Plea To The Mother~
Oh mother, please forgive me
I have ignored you, so very long,
I have blamed, denied and mistrusted you
forgotten you, for reasons all wrong.
I was lost in a deep dark well. the void,
A fog of loneliness and pain,
So easy it is to lose the balance,
I now fight so hard to regain.
I realize by denying you mother
i was denying myself as well,
When lost in the depths of the gap,
direction is difficult to tell.
Much healing must take place now
For we have alot of work to do,
I know now the cause of my loneliness
was trying to live life without you.
So Mother And Father I ask that
you hold me in your loving embrace,
Help me find the inner balance,
Strength to this work with grace.
~Autumn
RainbowChaser 2000. | |
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